Disclaimer: I do not own William Golding's novel...... just a battered copy I
used for English class......
You don't really have to review this random thing, but if you do, please don't flame me too hard. This is my first LOTF fic(and I haven't really done many others here)
I finally collapsed in exhaustion in the shade of a palm tree. My choir robes were a dead weight in this humidity, but my ruff was painfully tight. Breathing hard, I unbuttoned the ruff and tried to catch my breath. I finally looked around. I was here, but where was my choir? I heard voices nearby and stood up to see a familiar choir uniform: red cassock, white surplice and a medallion on a ribbon whose color indicated the choir member's rank. But this was no choirgirl, but one of the members of my church's choir of men and boys. "Will, have you seen any of the girls' choir?" He looked up. "No, I'm trying to find the rest of my choir. Seen any of them?" I shook my head. "I saw one of your people, I think," a Novice named George said. "Back there. One of the choristers." I looked up in the direction he was pointing. "Julia!" I yelled. Will winced. "Jules! Elise!" They looked up and ran over. "Seen any of the others?" I asked Julia, who shook her head. "I saw Graham, Pete and Mark somewhere, though," Elise said. "And I saw Danny, Zach and Evan," Julia said. I looked up past them. "There they are. Chris, too." The seven boys spotted us an joined us. "Seen anyone else we know?" I asked Chris, who was the tallest of all of us. "No, I think this is it. What about Mr. Moore?" None of us had seen him. I swore under my breath. "You don't think that he's--" I was spared finishing my sentence by the deafening sound of a trumpet. We followed the sound after a second of confirmation that we were not hearing things. And that was when I crashed into something wearing a hambone frill and a lot of black. "Watch it!" it said. That something was a red-haired choirboy.
You don't really have to review this random thing, but if you do, please don't flame me too hard. This is my first LOTF fic(and I haven't really done many others here)
I finally collapsed in exhaustion in the shade of a palm tree. My choir robes were a dead weight in this humidity, but my ruff was painfully tight. Breathing hard, I unbuttoned the ruff and tried to catch my breath. I finally looked around. I was here, but where was my choir? I heard voices nearby and stood up to see a familiar choir uniform: red cassock, white surplice and a medallion on a ribbon whose color indicated the choir member's rank. But this was no choirgirl, but one of the members of my church's choir of men and boys. "Will, have you seen any of the girls' choir?" He looked up. "No, I'm trying to find the rest of my choir. Seen any of them?" I shook my head. "I saw one of your people, I think," a Novice named George said. "Back there. One of the choristers." I looked up in the direction he was pointing. "Julia!" I yelled. Will winced. "Jules! Elise!" They looked up and ran over. "Seen any of the others?" I asked Julia, who shook her head. "I saw Graham, Pete and Mark somewhere, though," Elise said. "And I saw Danny, Zach and Evan," Julia said. I looked up past them. "There they are. Chris, too." The seven boys spotted us an joined us. "Seen anyone else we know?" I asked Chris, who was the tallest of all of us. "No, I think this is it. What about Mr. Moore?" None of us had seen him. I swore under my breath. "You don't think that he's--" I was spared finishing my sentence by the deafening sound of a trumpet. We followed the sound after a second of confirmation that we were not hearing things. And that was when I crashed into something wearing a hambone frill and a lot of black. "Watch it!" it said. That something was a red-haired choirboy.